On Saturday, January 3rd, at exactly 5:42 pm my nose started to bleed. By the time I grabbed something to hold to my nose I was soaked in blood. Red, thick, beautiful blood. Scary. My inner eyes projected a scenario: me, on the floor, dead, in a pool of blood.
I checked my pulse and it was bang, bang, bang, unusually strong. “I must have high blood pressure” I thought. Both my parents died of broken blood vessels… and both my brothers have high blood pressure.
The blood eruption repeated itself at 11:02 pm, three times on Sunday, and twice on Monday.
Monday night, as I was staring at the blank wall contemplating the chances of dying, I suddenly saw my Kabbalah teacher in my mind’s eye. She recently recovered from a nasty disease, and it had done her a world of
The idea for the Muse came from Ariel Garten, personal vibration 120, a Canadian entrepreneur… curiously deserving a Wikipedia entry, while Dr. Joel Wallach hasn’t. Ugh.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8rzlrItooG4
Canada is home of the lowest vibration on the planet.
If you want to enslave a man, the best and fastest way to go about it is to rob the man of his common sense, his guidance system.
Train him to not trust his feelings. In anything. Train him that he can’t trust his feelings. Train him that all decisions should be made by men smarter than him. Train him that he can’t be trusted to made decisions about the education, the health about his children.
Train him by printing on plastic bags that they should not be put in the cradle… because a child may suffocate playing with it… Do this so the man will stop thinking for himself and start relying entirely on thing being given to him chewed and digested.
Suddenly I am noticing the many articles that try to access your emotions, the advertising, the movies, all to keep you stuck on the 15th floor of your being. ((
There is a Landmark Education distinction that no one gets…
It has a huge overlap with the distinction “you live in a world of your own design”.
This, the “you live in a world of your own design” is somewhat like the Law of Attraction: you attract what you are… but much deeper. It is BEING that, not feeling, or thinking only, though you may feel and think it as well.
But thinking and feeling don’t create being… the reverse, the opposite is tr
I want to tell you a little story… because it’s been on my mind for a while, and I need to get it off my chest.
YOU don’t need it. You really don’t want to hear it, because you won’t like what it says about you.
So, it’s OK if you click off now. Good. Now I am alone with the handful of people who want to hear what I have to say. Because it is what makes us this little group of… Jews?
Funny, eh? Let me explain.
Long time ago, over the seas, and the mountains, a little old man, called God was in search of some people. Some people who would take it on themselves to run an experiment, much like the first fish that climbed on dry land.
I have muscle tested dozens of teachers that teach or have taught the power of your mind religion. They are all miserable and wretched. Low vibration, inner disharmony, incoherence.
If the teachers that teach it can’t make it work for them, probably it is time for you to decide that it doesn’t work. That it’s junk science. A lie. Fraud. Deception. Tool to enslave humanity… successfully enslave it, so far.
Humanity as humanoids is about 200,000 years old.
Life has been largely the life of little kids, who are afraid of some god and some devil and of their own shadow.
Because humanity’s knowledge about what is behind the curtain has been faulty
But this hidden agenda, to profit from every interaction, at your expense is not limited to the internet, it is just easier to see the dynamic there. It is harder to see it in person to person interactions, with every single person you interact with, or in books, articles, organizations, charity, politics, or people and their pets.
And it is hardest to see in yourself.
I am not condemning it: it seems that “desire for the self alone” is having a new renaissance, and you either don’t notice it, or are in a conspiracy for “I won’t tell on you, if you won’t tell on me.”
I am a person who is well trained to help people create a context for their lives, for their relationships, for their businesses… a context, words, a spea
On Saturday, January 3rd, at exactly 5:42 pm my nose started to bleed. By the time I grabbed something to hold to my nose I was soaked in blood. Red, thick, beautiful blood. Scary. My inner eyes projected a scenario: me, on the floor, dead, in a pool of blood.
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